Poetry thoughts

Awe Inspiring

Feel awed to look at the eternity

it Purity_Ring_-_Another_Eternity be vast encompasses an infinity

amazing at times an image of greatness

fearful at times a picture of  gruesomeness.


The eternity stares at me with a blink

I wriggle with fright and shrink

apprehensive of its  magnificence

impossible to overcome  being a deference.


I hide behind the canvas being one of makeshift

it enters through the breach found as rifts

I am caught unaware in the midst of a turbulence

am found in  a terrible slot  have no influence.


The eternity holds the sway in full grip

no way to escape and move on without a tip

I slip and treble in two’s and three’s

I am shelved and placed in a freeze.


The days together keep me in a precipitation

hasten  to hold myself intact with a disposition

being one of a means to appreciate and applaud

the imperious presence  of  eternity all the more loud.








Poetry thoughts

Remarkable as They Are

The fathomless ocean flows silent

the huge mountains remain still

the elaborate sky is sullen

the  entire land appears quiet .


The small pond besides flows in ripples

the tiny hillocks never remain noiseless

the tiny stars  create  a sensational twinkle

the piece of land called cities indulge in a commotion.


Could we not see the distinctions as such?

the massiveness retains a sobriety

preserves a dignity  and an effusive stoicism

a realization of being great and grand as much .


Could we not feel the  awesomeness as such?

the passive watchfulness of one so high

compared to the  noise of the small timers

a meaningless jibber  jabber incoherent as such.


The sullenness of the great is prudence

their thoughts being sublime as all

those of which make noise  bear no wisdom

being one of an empty vessel in reference.fathomless_by_kittygrade-d5cgt2o



Nothing Personal

Trying not to be personal

wish to avoid the “I”

sad to say it creeps in  so easily

and I forget my vow in the nominal.


The “I ” intrudes as often possible

I plunge into it in a quick

it could lead to  a stereotyped pick

as I  elaborate  not in syllables.


Try to keep away from the “I” as much

the bore I am all through  in the days

plaintive and withdrawn in all ways

what could I write about as such?


My contemplation leads me nowhere

when I write  am not myself in the real

I not remember what I write in the deals

look puzzled and confused without a share.